A Wonderful World

Published February 22, 2018 in Paulie - 0 Comments

A Wonderful World

He’s an animist.

Simply because he knows

that objects are alive.

Daily, in meditation,

he remembers to thank them

for their service.

He talks to them like pets.

Tried to feed them,

but it is difficult to find something

a wheelbarrow might eat.

Oil seemed like a good idea,

but it was hard to tell.

Dog Days

Published February 17, 2018 in Mikio - 0 Comments

Dog days

The new year was just days away.

Spring would soon follow

and another year of possibility

and potential would arrive.

The neighbor’s dog sang

a mournful song as it sat alone

chained into the

small space between the houses.

Mikio wanted to feel

the hope of spring

but, instead he

felt tired and defeated.

His youth was gone,

as was his savings.

Living in the moment

was no longer a choice.

It had become a necessity.

Your Mother Keeps a Man

Published February 7, 2018 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Yo Mama

It was an open secret

and Jack just plain hated him.

Ruth, his mother,

was still waiting for the divorce

to be finalized

and Mr. Smarmy Pants

was already circling.

He had a pointed face that

arrived at his nose

and made him look like a rat.

He offered to give Jack and his buddy

a ride to the train station

in his little red sports car.

There was barely enough room for two

in the front and Jack had to squeeze

in behind the seats.

He wanted so badly to reach around

and poke his eyes out.

“Going to the Casino tonight”

the rat said, “I’m feeling lucky.”

A Caged Bird Sings

Published February 3, 2018 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

A Caged Bird

The bluebird of happiness,

it turns out,

was at home all along

in a cage.

It sang a melody that was

unquestionably beautiful,

but largely ignored.

Because familiarity makes us

take things for granted.

But what about the bluebird’s happiness?

If there really were a paradigm shift,

maybe the power dynamic

that enslaves nature for

our entertainment

could be stopped.

And then, the bluebird herself

might find happiness

flying free

perched on whatever tree it wants.

Ritalin in the Bag, Dinner on the Table

Published February 1, 2018 in Mandy - 0 Comments

Ritalin2

“I got this”, thought Mandy
as she popped a couple
of mommy’s little helpers.
“Pft…opiod crisis. You can’t do burpees when you’re merked all day long” she said
to no one in particular.
Wilder started to cry
as he woke strapped to the car seat.
“Calm it down, little man”,
she said, stuffing the pacifier into his perfect little pie hole.

We Bought the Pawn Ticket

Published January 30, 2018 in Darsky - 0 Comments

Upskirt

Which really means we pawned the watch

my mother gave me when I graduated

from University.

And if that wasn’t humiliating enough,

then I got upskirted by my bastard boyfriend.

Some day we’ll look back on this and laugh.

Until then, I need a drink.

To you and yours!

May you find a tear in the universe

so that you can step through

and live the life you were meant to.

Even My Name

Published January 27, 2018 in Cintusia - 0 Comments

Even My Name

After 30 days in the jungle,

she had an epiphany.

Saw her entire life,

everything she had worked so hard for,

fallen into disrepair.

She realized her life had to be completely rebuilt.

The pattern had to be broken.

The tragedy of all the women in her family

that came before her

had to be augmented.

Changed once and of all,

charged on ayahuasca

she saw an opportunity

to alter her DNA.

She would change her name.

Fitness Town, Batman

Published January 21, 2018 in Artificial Intelligence - 0 Comments

Fitness Town

Riddle me this.

How is a winter squash

so full of summer?

What belongs to you

but is used by others?

Why is a woman in love like a welder?

What is the beginning of eternity,

the end of time and space,

the beginning of every end

and the end of every race?

You’re so slow,

Mr. Caped Crusader.

Caveat Emptor

Published January 21, 2018 in Johnny Milkweed - 0 Comments

Caveat Emptor

That fat pup

was looking like it was ready to J.

Find it’s spot and

start the transformation.

Johnny felt a tinge of satisfaction.

A tiny inkling that

the tables were turning.

Milkweed is toxic to the eyes,

punishing those who turn blind eye

to the evils of the likes of Monsanto.

If he had his way,

every executive in the chemical giant

would be tied to a tree

and have their corneas painted with

the plant’s burning sap.

Fate is a Human Concept

Published January 21, 2018 in Artificial Intelligence - 0 Comments

Fate is Human

Fate Is A Human Concept

Just like a robot to point that out.

Inspired by a photo of kitchen knives.

So, what are you saying?

It’s all actually just random?

Or we create our own destiny?

What about being in the right place

at the wrong time?

Or in the wrong place

at the right time?

What about chance? Or luck?

If I hadn’t of been on that train,

my children would never had been born.

Riddle me that Batman.

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